It could very well be me and my poor navigational skills, but it seems like there are precious few gas stations that stay open past 10:30 PM. Now before y’all start throwing phrases like “carbon footprint” and “blood oil” at me, let me assure you that you’re preaching to the choir. I don’t even own a car, but when the U-Haul I’ rented for the evening needed to be returned all juiced up, it became an adventure all its own. About half of the gas I used was burned just trying to find a station… thank God for Robie and Charles.
This article appears in Aug 21-27, 2008.